Creamy Goodness 2

Milking Polly-3

“You’re beautiful when you cum.”

“You’re not getting laid tonight,” she told him.

“That’s okay. I’ll be happy just using your tits.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Can I say one more thing?” he asked.

Polly pushed him away and sat up, adjusting her bra, putting the clasp back into place, and rebuttoning her shirt. “What?”

“We need to put you on a new diet to help make your milk come in.”

“Special diet?”

“Well, you need to eat more. Hopefully the supplements I ordered will come in the mail in a couple of days.”

“I need to eat more?”

“Yeah. We’ve talked about this before. You’ve said you get too busy and forget to eat.” This was true. Sometimes while working in the hospital lab Polly would forget to eat lunch while running her tests and screenings then when she got home at the end of the day she was too exhausted to make or eat dinner. Her weight suffered. “I’ll make you all the healthy meals you’ll need with extra calories so you can produce a good supply of milk.”

She blinked at him. “You’ve given this a little too much thought.”

“Or not nearly enough,” he winked at her.

“You’re trying to take over my body,” she complained.

“Just two parts of it.”

“Ha. I suppose next you’ll offer to find a non-creepy friend of yours for me to fuck.”

“If you want. He can even be a complete stranger.”

Even though she considered herself open-minded, Polly was pretty sure her new partner would have to be a complete stranger. As much as she loved Ben, there was no way she would consider f*****g any of his friends. They were just…too weird. Occasionally she called them creepy, but that wasn’t truly correct. They tended to look odd and act odd—out of date fashions, unusual hairstyles, strange political convictions, addiction to anime porn—that put them out of the running in what Polly would consider her minimum level of s****l attractiveness.

As much as she hated to do it, she forced herself to slowly slog through all the replies to her new s*x fishing site profiles. After her initial disgust with the first batch of replies she modified her profiles slightly and specified no sexually explicit pictures for the first email. That instruction, she realized in retrospect, was an act of genius. If the guys wanting to get into her pants weren’t smart enough to follow—or even read—the directions in her profile, they didn’t deserve her p***y. The fact that she mentioned she was small-busted and had a boyfriend but was simply looking for a little something on the side didn’t have any negative impact on the number of her replies. Polly was getting five to ten emails a day from men living up to a hundred miles away.

“Am I really that desirable?” she pondered aloud when scrolling through her responses. She wondered how many replies women who were looking for gang bangs and demanded d**k pics right away got.

Despite her misgivings she did at least briefly look at every response and saw more hard c***s in an afternoon than a two dollar w***e saw on a Friday night. Most were unimpressive. The ones that were notable weren’t that great either. In any case, she deleted those replies without even reading what her possible paramour had written. The few replies she did read left her depressed. Most of the men couldn’t string together more than two coherent sentences. Even the ones that could rarely did so without mentioning such phrases as “I’m going to take my massive rod and plow your f**k hole”. While no prude, Polly considered writing something like that was worse than a guy whipping out his d**k on a first date the moment she got in the car to go to dinner.

“How goes the search?” Ben asked her one evening when she got home. He knew she liked to spend her lunch hour perusing her replies.

“Terrible.” They were three weeks in to Ben’s fantasy of getting her breasts to produce some milk. When she got home her automatic response was to take off her shirt and bra, lay down on the bed or couch, and wait for Ben to suck and stimulate her n*****s. Oddly, it relaxed her more than she anticipated. In many ways it was better than a drink before dinner—no headache or dizziness that was the first step toward inebriation. They no longer had s*x right after her suckled her; they waited for the evening when they got into bed and he stimulated her a second time. By then she was usually on edge and ready to f**k after having her t**s played with for half an hour.

Ben came out of the kitchen carrying a glass of water and a pair of pills in his hand. “No luck finding a prospect yet?” Ben was actually disappointed in this development. He found the idea that his long term girlfriend was going to go out and f**k someone else undeniably erotic and intriguing. He wanted to see her in the throes of passion with another man—but she said she wanted to do it once with her soon-to-be-found paramour before she would let him watch.

“No.” She accepted the water and pills, downing them without a second thought. This had been an argument two weeks prior. She was certain that the massive bottles of fenugreek and blessed thistle he had ordered were nothing short of snake oil—the equivalent of massive doses of vitamin C to fight off a cold when it was physically impossible for her body, or anyone’s body, to absorb that much vitamin C or fenugreek or blessed thistle at once. Still, they didn’t have any negative effects on her body, so it wasn’t worth fighting about. “C’mon, suck my t**s like you mean it,” she told him.

Ben laughed. “Really?”

“I’m vaguely horny. This will help.”

“I’m glad you’re getting into this,” he told her and guided her to the couch where they settled in together and he pressed his mouth to her chest.

As he sucked, she snaked her hand down into her panties to caress her p***y. She was already wet. She liked that. No waiting. She was determined to make herself wait, however. It had gotten to the point where after just a minute of suckling Polly’s body was ready to have a nice little orgasm, giving her a boost of energy to get through the evening. She didn’t want that today. She wanted to make her jilling off last.

When Ben’s hand moved toward her crotch, she slapped it away. “No. Just me right now. Be good and you can f**k me tonight.”

He moved his hand back and waited. She kept her fingers busy in her slit, running them up and down along her opening, getting them wet, fiddling with her c**t as he sucked on her t**s. There was a direct connected between her p***y and her n*****s and it was hard for her to acknowledge that what he did to her excited her body terribly. She didn’t like having her body controlled by another person, but the way it made her feel was delightful. Making herself masturbate and getting herself off rather than letting Ben do it was the only way she could exert control over her own sexuality.

She put off her orgasm as long as possible. Ben had switched to her right breast and her fingers were slick with the moisture leaking from her p***y. Polly couldn’t help it, she lightly pinched and alternately rubbed her c**t keeping her right on the edge for far too long. She flicked her c**t two more times and felt a little gush in her p***y, soaking her panties.

“f**k,” she cursed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I came.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“I came too soon. You’re not done yet.”

“I can be if you want me to be.”

She let her eyes close. “No. Just make it quick.”

Ben did so, sucking on her small breast for another minute and then released it. Polly liked to c*m just as Ben was finishing or was already done.

“I have an idea,” Ben said when he sat up. Polly tossed aside her bra and just pulled on her shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. It was ungodly hot inside their place even though the temperature outside was dropping as they moved toward winter.

“Don’t tell me. Last time you had an idea I agreed to let you control my boobs.”

“No, no. It’s not about that,” he said. “Well, not directly. I have an idea on how you can meet a guy.”

She sighed. “All right, let me hear it.” Polly mentally braced herself as she headed for the kitchen for a drink of water. She was always thirsty after getting her n*****s stimulated.

“You need to start hunting down guys profiles,” he said. “You’ll probably have better luck if you approach the guys that interest you rather than letting the creeps and weirdoes come to you.”

“That’s…actually a pretty good idea,” she agreed. “Thanks!”

“It’s what I live for.”

Polly was surprised at what she found once she went looking. Certainly there were plenty of creeps with online profiles, but there were less of them and they weren’t nearly as creepy. Some were very easy to weed out, but many she put into the “possible” category.

“The problem is,” she confided in Ben, “is that there are so many of them desperate to get laid.”

“Those are the ones who are married,” he told her. “Or have girlfriends that don’t put out.”

She swatted him on his shoulder as he nursed from her. “I’m someone’s girlfriend.”

He nodded as he rolled her n****e over his tongue. “True, but you have my permission. If these guys are married or have girlfriends, they’ll mention that or be willing to let you met the old ball and chain.”

“Is that what you think I am?” she protested.

“Not at all,” he said rubbing his cheek on her erect n****e. “That’s how those guys think of their significant other.”

Ben’s advice didn’t help much, but it still felt good to have him nurse on her t**s when she wanted to talk to him. It gave them both time to think before they spoke. Oddly, once Ben had seriously started nursing from her, she had felt close to him than before. She looked forward to their time together and even more eagerly to the orgasms that they shared. She knew it was stupid, but it felt like her body more quickly responded to Ben’s advances ever since they had started down this path.

There were pages and pages of men looking to get laid. Polly was largely disappointed in most of them. She had sorted through them several different ways and managed to get her possibles down to a reasonable level. From that point it was just a matter or reading each one.

Once she found the right man, she knew it right away. His picture said it all. It wasn’t a d**k pic, just one of his face taken outside during the summer, there were trees in the background and it was a casual pose, maybe taken by a friend. It was his face that sold it to her. There wasn’t anything remarkable about his face, slightly better than average looks, dark brown eyes and light brown hair. It was the fact that she had seen the face before that convinced her. “Jonathan, the new hire,” she murmured as she skimmed through his profile. How would he react when she sent him a reply and told him they worked together?

It only took a minute for her to whip together a quick email to his secret profile.

Hi. You’re awfully cute in your picture. I’d love to meet some time for coffee and then s*x if everything works out. What do you say?

It was exactly the type of response that Polly had been hoping to get from someone, anyone.